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INVOCATION TO MOTHER EARTH.
O Earth! thy face hath not the grace
That smiling Heaven did bless,
When thou wert "good," and blushing stood
In thy young loveliness;
And mother dear, the smile and tear
In thee are strangely met;
Thy joy and woe together flow,—
But, ah, we love thee yet!
O Earth! thy face hath not the grace
That smiling Heaven did bless,
When thou wert "good," and blushing stood
In thy young loveliness;
And mother dear, the smile and tear
In thee are strangely met;
Thy joy and woe together flow,—
But, ah, we love thee yet!
Thou still art fair, when morn's fresh air
Thrills with the lark's sweet song;
When Nature seems to wake from dreams,
And laugh and dance along;
Thou 'rt fair at day, when clouds all gray
Fade into glorious blue;
When sunny hours fly o'er the flowers,
And kiss away the dew.
Thrills with the lark's sweet song;
When Nature seems to wake from dreams,
And laugh and dance along;
Thou 'rt fair at day, when clouds all gray
Fade into glorious blue;
When sunny hours fly o'er the flowers,
And kiss away the dew.
